Jess came right in time. She knocked on the door. The door flung opened in several seconds. She saw a handsome young man, wearing a white shirt, dark pants, and shoes.

-Hi! Come in! – He had a pretty nice voice.

Jess came in the house.

-My name is Greg. Come on in. Make yourself at home.

Jess liked it when guys were polite and courteous. Jess was 24. She’d been working as a prostitute for about two years. She was a first rate slut, so she could earn her living that way. She wasn’t a street walker. She got her clients with the help of her friends, so they were rather rich and estimated people. She had a great body, men loved her dark brown hair.

She came into the living room and sat in one of the large armchairs situated there. She was waiting. She expected everything to be pretty trivial – wine, fruits, chocolate. So she was very surprised when Greg suggested looking round his place. He showed her where the bathroom was. He turned on the tap.

-You can undress and take a bath. – He said then.

Jess didn’t know what to think. She had to undress in the bathroom? What for? According to her experience, men usually drank some wine and then started feeling up her body, getting under her skirt. There were men of another type as well, they were ready to pounce on her right at the threshold. Greg surprised her by his unusual order, by his everyday-like manner of dating. Seemed his actions intended to show her something like: “Oh, you know, it’s fine that you dress off here and I remain dressed. It’s absolutely normal, so you don’t even have to pay any attention to it.” He was so self confident that it really amazed Jess.

-So… you look like it’s the first time you dress off in front of a man. – He added in a second.
-Yes… I mean no, it’s not the first time, – Jess murmured.

She was unbuttoning her dress. Greg was looking at her. In less than two minutes she was wearing her panties only, not daring to pull them off.

-Panties too? – She asked him finally.

-Sure, if you don’t wanna go home in wet panties. – He noted.

Jess turned away from Greg and pulled off her panties. She was standing nude.

-OK. Now you can get in the bath.

She obeyed his order. She was standing in the water. Greg was washing her body. Then he added some foam bath, filling the room with apricot aroma. Greg turned off the light and turned on the lamp standing at the bath. The lamp was red. Jess couldn’t help wondering what he was doing all that for.

Meanwhile, Greg foamed the sponge, looking at her closely. He stared washing her body with the sponge, starting at her neck. He was washing her shoulders, he boobs, her back carefully and gently.

-Turn round I gotta wash your buttocks, – he said suddenly. – No, you’d better get on your fours and spread the hips.

Jess did. She felt the sponge moving between her hips, getting between her buttocks. Greg stopped washing her and started getting his fingers in her holes. It made Jess get tense and quiver.

Greg was washing her leg, starting with the foot. He did the same with the other leg as well.

-Well, you’re ready now. –He said then.

When Jess got out of the bath he started drying her body with the towel, not letting her do it herself. Then he told her to raise her hands up. He took a nightdress. She liked the procedure, it was so home-like and so unusual. Well, she used to wear different things according to her clients’ wishes before, but those were peignoirs, stockings, etc. One of her clients asked her to put on bikini. But now she was wearing a nightdress as if she’d just got out of bed. Well, actually it was time to go to bed.

-You can get in bed. It’s clean. Lie in the center of the bed, stretch your legs. –Greg told her.

She thought he would dress off and join her, but instead he raised her hands and tied them to the bed back with some rope. Jess wanted to get up, but he didn’t let her do it. It scared her.

-What are you doing this for? You can take me I won’t resist. There’s no need to use ropes. – She said anxiously.
-Don’t worry, – Greg noted, – I just want it to be a special night in your life. You have to admit, you don’t often see the things I’m doing. It can be the first time at all, right?

She didn’t answer, so he continued.

-I want you to remember this night. How many men have you had in your life? I’m sure you had many. But you have to admit that all the nights were similar, nothing special – smoking, drinking, nude men, lots of partners waiting for their turn to fuck you. You say I can take you, but I don’t want it. It’s vise versa, I guess. I wanna share my fantasies with you, I want you to feel new sensations, I want you to remember them for awhile, at lest till the time you find your real love.

Saying this, Greg was tying her legs to the bed. She couldn’t get up from the bed at all. Seemed it wasn’t enough for Greg. He took a thin rope and started winding it round her body, starting at the chest. The rope covered her body up to the waist, then it went lower to her hips, to her buttocks, her knees and ankles. All her body was wound up soon. She thought she was like a mummy. The rope made the nightdress get really tight to her body, stressing the beauty of her curves. Looked that was the point of tying her up.

-Well you can lie here, and I’ll be right back. – Greg said and went to take a shower.

While he was absent, Jess couldn’t stop thinking about the things he would do to her. First, she thought he was a freak, a real pervert. But he didn’t really look like a pervert. He was a tidy, polite, courteous guy. Well he was strange. The funny thing was that his strange actions didn’t make her scared, rather excited and even steamy.

She was trying to imagine him taking advantage of her helplessness, she would be playing his game, maybe she would even cry for help. She wanted to toss herself off, but her hands were tied up tight, that made her desire grow. Greg was still out in the shower. Jess was imagining him in the bathroom. She remembered the red semidarkness of the room, apricot aroma, caress and penetration of his fingers in her holes. She couldn’t help moaning. Greg got back in the room. He was wearing a red gown and had a cup of something steaming in his hand.

-So how are you? Are you cold? I’m gong to tease you a bit. We’re gonna need boiling water for it.

That’s when Jess got REALLY scared. Turned out Greg was a real pervert, and he was gonna torture her. Greg took sticky tape and covered her mouth with it for her not to shout.

He pulled her nightdress collar and tore it apart, exposing her boob. Jess closed her eyes, she was breathing really heavily and fast, awaiting something terrible. In several seconds she felt something gooey on her breast and her neck. She opened her eyes. Greg was smiling, melting a bar of chocolate in the glass of hot water and spreading it over her body. He bent his head and started licking off the chocolate. Jess felt his tongue on her body, felt it tickling her neck, her collar bones.

Greg was taking his time. He was drawing something with chocolate, some circles, and some lines. He was licking them clean then. She was getting aroused. Meanwhile, Greg turned her on her stomach and tore her nightdress. She felt him licking chocolate off her back, while his hands were caressing her breasts, her waist, getting lower to her pussy sometimes. His hands were roaming over her body, or squeezing her tight. They were trying to tear off the ropes, or tear off her nightdress sometimes. Soon he did it. He exposed her buttocks. She felt him kiss her ass, covering it with chocolate, then he turned her on her back again. Jess felt his kisses on her pussy. It goes without saying, Jess was longing ton feel his caress on her vagina. Any woman could be aroused by his actions. And Jess was a very hot and sensual woman.

She felt helpless, her body was covered with ropes, her mouth was sealed with the tape. It felt even hotter to realize she was nude under the torn apart nightdress. Her sexual fantasies were often connected with violence and tying up, but she had never realized her fantasies before. Greg was the man who helped her feel what she’d being longing to feel for so long. He managed to do it the way to combine soft core sex and tying up.

Anyways, the only thing Jess could be dreaming of that moment was to get laid with the man. But Greg was taking his time. That was his torture. Moreover, he stopped licking her body and went out of the room. When he was back, he turned her on her back rudely and raised her nightdress. But for her sealed mouth everyone in the neighborhood could have heard her cry. Greg brought ice and put it on her hot stomach. It was unbearable to feel cold stream flowing down her belly and hiding in her crotch. Jess wished she could spread her hips, but the ropes holding her hips tight made her moan and buck helplessly.

She was trying to look at Greg and make him understand she could no longer stand that torture. When he looked at her he got what she wanted. He set her legs and body free of the ropes, keeping her wrists tied. Jess came as soon as he entered her snatch.

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